The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) arrives with a lack of fanfare both noteworthy and appropriate. Rap-rock ringleader Fred Durst spends the EP grudgingly calling out people who won't buy the disc anyway. Instead of writing another "Nookie," "Re-Arranged," or even "My Way," Durst yells at his shrinking choir, dismissing the gallons of Haterade poured on him as "propaganda." Please.
The once-promising frontman isn't so much offensive as disappointing. Album closer "The Story" contains the disc's sole profound moment: Ol' blue eyes calls out "the limpsters that don't limp anymore," then repeats the verse, replacing "don't" with "can't." Indicting former fans, Durst exposes his primary weakness: Whether he's burned out or holding out, the results are the same.
The guitarist in the monkey mask, Wes Borland, is back, after having left the band for 2003's entirely forgettable Results May Vary, but he doesn't do much that his replacement didn't. The seven tracks are a blur of identical takes on the same old riff-squeal-riff-Fred-hates-you-so-shut-the-fuck-up song. "I lost my place a long time ago/About 50 fucking rhymes ago," Durst confesses at the onset of "The Key." Now that's an unquestionable truth.